Don Baker - The naughty night clerk

No sooner had I done that than Barton was back at my box, nibbling, flicking his tongue at my cunt lips, and slowly, but methodically, turning my body into a volcano which would explode at any time.

Barton reached behind me and pulled the lower part of my body forward. It was uncomfortable and I thought my back would break. But, when he pulled his tongue across my cunt, I wouldn’t have cared if I was on a bed of nails. I pushed my box into his face and pressed his bead even harder into my body. When he shoved his tongue in my cunt, I immediately shot my load. I wrapped my legs around his head and pushed as hard as I could against him, and was amazed that he was still able to breathe.

Barton was no novice at love-making. His tongue reamed my insides and I continued to unload my juice. I didn’t think I would ever quit. Finally, when it seemed I had drained my last, my body slowed down and my legs slowly, and limply, slipped from his shoulders.

My eyes were still closed and, I was breathing heavily. I hadn’t been eaten that well in a long time, and I was savoring the afterglow. My hands slowly moved over my stomach, down to the mound of hair, where I pressed gently. It had felt good.

When I did open my eyes, and looked up at Barton, he was just putting his handkerchief back in his pocket and his face was clean. He smiled at me and, without saying a word, began undressing. When he was completely nude, I looked at the pole sticking out between his legs. It was large, not as big as some I had had, but ample to give a girl a thrill. His balls hung loosely in their sac, and the large vein on the bottom of his prick was pulsating, ready to unload. He evidently needed some satisfaction. After the way he had taken care of me, nothing was too good for him.

I rose from the chair, pulled the slipover off and turned, so he could unbutton my bra. When my breasts were free he cupped one in each hand and slowly massaged them. The nipples, which were still erect, seemed to point even more, and when he bent over and sucked on them, an electric spark went to the deepest part of my joy box.

When I took his stiff tool in my hand, he pressed hard against my body and put his lips to mine. Our tongues again did a tango as he slowly, smoothly, rubbed his large cock against my hairy mound. I took his hand and led him to the couch situated against one wall. Putting my hands on his shoulders, I gently pushed him down to where he was lying flat and his pleading prick was sticking straight up.

He closed his eyes and a look of absolute pleasure came over his face when I mounted his cock. My cunt was still juicy and his prick slid into the hole easily. Barton took a tit in each hand and massaged them as I rode his stick, slowly, pulling myself up to where the head was all that was inside me, then easing down, taking all of it in my box.

Barton chewed at my nipples, first one, then the other, and each time he did, I again felt that spark travel all the way to my cunt. The more he sucked and massaged the harder I fucked. I was breathing heavily now, and pumping at a more rapid pace. It wouldn’t be long until I would again unload, but I wanted him to come with me. I sat straight up on his pole, where the entire length was inside me, and moved my body so that it would touch each side of my hot box.

Then, I reached behind me and took his balls in one hand. Gently massaging them, I soon felt him moving, shoving his prick even deeper inside me. At the same time, he was very slowly brushing just the tips of his fingers along my breasts, across the nipples, setting me on fire even more.

“Are you ready?” I breathlessly asked.

“Yes. Now.”

He pushed into me so hard I thought he was going to ram his prick through my throat. Then I felt his warm fluid paint my insides. At the same time, I opened my valve and let my juice spurt free. The two mixed and it felt as if I had a flood going on inside me. Barton continued to ram his prick home, making me spurt each time he did.

Finally, when we were both drained, I fell forward and we kissed long and passionately, with his meathook, now shrinking, still deep inside me.

Before our love-making was ever finished, I knew I had the job as night clerk at the Barton Hotel. Since that time, Jed and I have had many sexual encounters, but my becoming night manager has been mostly on my own doing. I have worked hard, done my job as well, if not better, than most others could have done it, and have become accepted by all the hotel staff as manager. My promotion to night manager also allowed me the apartment at the hotel.

These three years have been interesting, never dull, and I have been involved with, and have seen, some of the wildest sex orgies known or talked about. One was a new experience for me, but one which I enjoyed tremendously and will never forget.

I had been at the hotel a couple of months or so when, one night, a stunning, green eyed blonde checked in. I have always been proud, but not conceited, about my body, but I was downright envious of the shape this girl had.

Her small waist flowed down to perfectly shaped hips, which the clinging dress did nothing to hide. Her breasts looked as if they were ready to burst out of the tight top, and were at least as large as mine. Every man in the hotel had his eyes glued to her as she signed the register and then walked to the elevator. While I was used to the leers, and accepted them as a compliment, and enjoyed them, this girl seemed to be completely oblivious to the men.

While she was signing the register and I was getting her key, she spoke very little, but did give me several beautiful smiles, which revealed even white teeth surrounded by a luscious red mouth. Here is one girl, I thought to myself, who need not worry about working for a living. She could get some rich bastard to take care of her with just a glimpse of those green eyes and that figure.

When the girl entered the elevator, I turned my attention back to my job, and began clearing up some paperwork. The evening was slow and allowed me time to get ahead on some of the things I had to do. I had completely forgotten about the blonde until around eight o’clock when the switchboard lit up. It was her room.

“Miss,” the sultry voice came through, “would you please come to my room? I’m having problems getting the television to work.”

“Certainly, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

I called one of the bellhops and asked him to watch the desk while I went up to assist one of the guests. I boarded the elevator, got off on the third floor, and headed toward room 306. When I tapped lightly on the door, the sultry voice responded “Who is it?” "Miss Logan, the desk clerk. You called about having trouble with the television set.”

“Yes. Come on in. The door is unlocked.”

When I entered, an odd, yet sensual aroma penetrated my nostrils The blonde was dressed in a slinky nightgown, which left little to the imagination, and was lying on the bed, leaning against the headboard. I could hardly take my eyes off her, but finally broke the trance and moved toward the TV stand.

“What seems to be the trouble?” I asked, rather unsteadily. That aroma seemed to be entering my brain, muddling my thoughts. I even imagined my speech was blurred.

“I don’t know,” she said, in a voice that made me glance briefly in her direction.

She was looking straight into my eyes, a look on her face which I couldn’t interpret, and it was all I could do to remember why I was even in her room.

“I tried to turn it on,” she continued, “but nothing happened.”

Almost against my will, I approached the television set and saw right away that it was unplugged. The maids always did that when they cleaned the rooms. There was a large sign over the TV reminding occupants to plug the set into the wall before turning it on.